Ingratitude

He came along into her life, Like a sunshine after a horrible night. The bliss that followed him, Buried the pain and let it dim. She held him close to her bosom, for the happiness that formed a chasm He cried and she smiled Planting a kiss on a cheek of her child. She wished from god that the pink under his skin stayed, After all the throe she had paid. Who knew the gratitude would vent, Until after a jubilee as she beheld, On the box of joy ,the same child Flourish as heaven in the robes of gold A lone tear escaped her eye so old Filled with pride and a tinge of shame. Before her poor stomach could rumble, There came a haughty grumble. A vessel knocked her head Not as hard as the words, “Be quick or you won’t get a bread!”

Hello,I'm Priyanka Hosur, a thoughtful girl living in Karnataka, India .I'm 16 and I aspiring to become a poet .I yearn for huge goals in the future .I believe in working for it in the present .Hope to achieve more.!!